Another year gone, leaving everywhere <br />its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves, <br /> <br />the uneaten fruits crumbling damply <br />in the shadows, unmattering back <br /> <br />from the particular island <br />of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere <br /> <br />except underfoot, moldering <br />in that black subterranean castle <br /> <br />of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds <br />and the wanderings of water. This <br /> <br />I try to remember when time's measure <br />painfully chafes, for instance when autumn <br /> <br />flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing <br />to stay - how everything lives, shifting <br /> <br />from one bright vision to another, forever <br />in these momentary pastures.<br /><br />Mary Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-song/
